As the record built to a crescendo, our hips in time with rhythm, our lips met again. There was no pretence this time, just heat, actual a****l passio.... I knew this song, and I knew that there were just a couple of choruses left. Keeping the rhythm the same but just increasing the pressure, I screwed my eyes shut tight and went for it, letting the waves of pleasure flood over me.When the darkness cleared and the stars stopped spinning I was sitting on the chair, with a worm’s eye view of. But Jimmy was a curious four year old and seemed to sense something. She never cheated again.Now she fingered her cunt and finished her beer. If only Bob would come home and fuck her. But he'd be tired or pretend he was, which was the same thing. It was always the same lately. She almost had to beg for it and then he'd throw her a quick fuck.It wasn't as if Bob wasn't a virile man. His cock was as big and hard as ever when he was in the mood. And at moments like this when she'd had a few beers. Can I ask if they’re your …?”“No, not slaves. That’s too far. But both have submitted to being sluts for me. It might be a fine line, but we feel it is an important line. It’s about fun and expansion of boundaries, not about abuse or true humiliation. Does that make sense?”“So much I am getting wet myself. I’d love to talk to you guys more. Maybe come to my place sometime for dinner and drinks?”Tim looked at me and I nodded. I looked at mom and she shyly smiled. I liked this woman already. Tim. Just please don’t stop,” she begged. Seemingly satisfied, he plunged his fingers back into her tight hole. “Don’t come until I say so. Understand?” he growled. She nodded, though she wasn’t sure how she felt about this. He started sucking on her clit then, and it sent her so close to the edge. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Please, let me come!” He replied, “You can wait a little longer,” before increasing the speed of his fingers and nibbling her clit. “Pleeeease!” she wailed, and he finally.